"Jonas, old man, I've had the greatest news of my life, but I can't
tell even you, first."
"Miss Diana!" ejaculated Jonas. "Boss, she's at the Larson; one of
these boarding houses that calls themselves a name. Didn't I tell you
Injun charms was strong? Tell me! Huh!"
"All right, Jonas! I won't be home to dinner. Better sit up for me
though, for I'll want to talk to you."
"Did I ever not sit up for you?" demanded Jonas as he gave Enoch his
coat.
Enoch paced the floor of the Larson while a slatternly maid went in
search of Diana. When, a little pale and breathless, Diana appeared in
the doorway, Enoch did not stir for a moment from under the chandelier.
Nor did he speak. Diana gazed at him as if she never had seen him
before. His eyes were blazing. His lips quivered. He was very pale.
Suddenly, tossing his hat and cane to a chair, he crossed the room. He
tried to smile.
"Diana, have you seen your friend, the psychologist yet?"
"No, Enoch, but I have an appointment with him for next week."
Enoch seized her hands and held them both against his heart. "You need
never see him, Diana, I have been made whole. I--" his voice broke
hoarsely--"I have something to tell you. Diana, you are going to dine
with me.
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